MR Day 11 - Wake up

You come awake beside Nea, very sore from the cramped, lumpy, terrible bed and being awkwardly snuggled with her. It’s not all bad… somehow in the night you became the big spoon, and there are worse things than waking up with your arms around a girl.

But it’s not a fairy tale. You’re both a little hung over, and you need to clean up and deal with the walk of shame. At least the other counselors aren’t up yet. You rinse off in Nea’s shower, share an awkward look with her that tells you she doesn’t remember last night at all… you don’t either, frankly. You obviously fucked, but… you better get back.

You hurry back to your cabin, where you find several girls already awake. There’s no AC in there, and it’s starting to rain. This Crystal Lake place blows. Breakfast here will be terrible, but everyone’s hungry. Some of your teammates watch you put on clean clothes. They aren’t stupid.

Lara’s knowing look is the most obnoxious. You ignore her and go eat, then find a quiet place to sit and wait out your headache from the beer last night. You’re sheltered from the rain by the little shack down near the lake. You had sex with Nea? Huh. You rub your face and wonder how that happened. Not that there’s anything wrong with her. Pre-FUTA you would’ve had a crush on her easily.

Yikes. You lean you head back against the building and sigh.

“Riley,” someone whispers.

“Hmm?” you pay attention.

It’s Michelle! She’s over by the trees with an umbrella, beckoning to you. You jump up and hurry over to her, forgetting all about your hangover.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to check on you,” she says as you huddle with her under the umbrella. “I wanted to make sure you’re OK. Tiff says you took it pretty hard yesterday.”

“I’m OK,” you say.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks,” you say, laughing. “I had some beers last night.”

“Oh, good. Can we go somewhere?”

“Like where? Are you even supposed to be here?”

“Who cares? It’s the weekend,” she says.

You are… actually a bit moved. You hug her suddenly, and she laughs.

“You’ve been playing a long time, Riley. It’s not the first time you’ve lost,” she says, patting your back.

“I know,” you mumble.

“Can we go in there?” She looks past you at the shack.

“I guess,” you say. Nobody’s going to swim in this weather, so there’s no need for a lifeguard. You don’t want anyone to see Michelle down here… you don’t want her to get in trouble.

You hustle out of cover, but promptly trip and fall down, losing the umbrella and your dignity. You both get wet, but you scramble to the shed and get inside, trying not to laugh.

“You’re right,” Michelle says, shaking off her umbrella. “This place sucks.”

“It sucks so bad,” you say, hugging her again.